Dream Detective Novels & Stories

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Anyway, right now, she was grateful to him for helping her. For long she had procrastinated, now was the time to face her past. She was going to hire a detective who would find him for her. It was inevitable. Even though she had moved on physically, she was still mentally stuck in her past. Her never-ending nightmares were a testament to that. She needed to find him and get a closure. Or else she would never be able to move on. She left work early to see the detective. Peter Gomez was a renowned detective of the country with no failed record. Despite his impressive record, she was surprised to find him to be a young man in his early thirties.

He was a werewolf, but he was one of my subjects. “Sir, this is Dante Rhodes. He’s a detective in this region. His skills are utilized by several of our local packs,” Damen introduced. Dante bowed toward me in respect. “My lord, it’s an honor.” “Likewise,” I said, extending a hand. “What brings you here today?” “Beta Ambrose, sir,” he replied, shaking my hand firmly. “You asked me to look into something for you, sir,” Damen stated, taking a seat in front of the desk as I moved around to my chair.

CHAPTER 64– MAYA JESUS DAMIAN'S POV Just like that... some idiot just yanked me out of my daydream about my first kiss with my boyfriend. I swear, if I had a gun right now… maybe this hospital would have rushed into another surgery or something. But nope. Lucky me, no gun. Because that “idiot” turned out to be my detective... Detective Stanley, and, surprise, he actually came bearing good news. News that set my mind racing faster than any caffeine could.

She was suppose to be in Italy right now, tackling the Don of Mala Del Capone but under the recommendation of Jake, here she was. Lucy flipped a table in her mind She wasn't Sherlock Holmes neither was she detective connan, This mission required her to investigate the cause of the deaths, those related to it, capture those related to it and bring them to the agency for more investigations. This was not what she wanted, she wanted to kill, kill and kill some more and not investigate some murder. sigh " Ahh, it's better I hurry and get this over with"

Derrick walked on without responding and Chad followed him. "A friend of mine told me that you were the detective in charge of a murder case eight years ago.” Derrick stopped on track. “My friend’s name is Ethan Dantes. The case was about a family that was murdered in one night, husband and wife, a missing child whose body was later found in the woods...dead.” Derrick turned to face Chad immediately. He stepped closer to Chad and whispered. "Why are you in Idaho?" Chad covered the gap left between them and bend over to whisper into his ears. "I am a secret detective reinvestigating the case. That child is alive and she demands justice for the death of her parents. And I am—“

"Maybe, but I don't think so." Detective Silverman wakes from yet another nightmare, his pillow is soaked from all the sweat that is dripping from his forehead. He is haunted by nightmares of him as a child, running through a dark forest, he can hear the breathing and growling of an animal that is right on his heels. He trips and just before he falls to the ground, he wakes up in a cold sweat. Detective Silverman makes his way through his bachelor pad to his shower, he drops his clothes and climbs in. The water jets massage his body, he thinks about the nightmare he had, all he can hear is the growl get louder and louder as the monster closes in on him. He finishes up his shower and starts t

A concubus was more sensitive than an incubus, he should be able to tell. They were consulting each other before acknowledging us. An attempt to make us feel powerless. A misguided one. Nothing can make a demon feel powerless. When they looked up, the detective seemed shocked. His deep blue eyes widened. Where did I know him from? “Miss Coto? I heard you were kidnapped. What are you doing here?” He asked. “Sorry, have we met?” I smiled. “Detective Gunderson. I was investigating a suspicious death about a month ago. I came to your home with Officers Ryan and Leeds.” He explained.

the detective replied confidently, "Five minutes and I'll get everything I need." The doctor glanced at Damien who gave him a curt nod as a go ahead. The detective stepped closer to Diego and said softly, "Mr Bernadi, I am Detective Stanley from criminal affairs division. I just need to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you." "Miss Lana." Damien breathed painfully, "Miss Lana, where is she?" "That's what we'd like to know, Mr Bernadi," The detective answered. He held on to the bed rails and leaned in closer to Diego, "We know what she did to you but we'd like to hear the details from you as well,"